For an Indian Screen

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For an Indian Screen

Clutching at trees and clawing rocks

And panting and climbing

Until he reached the top

A tiger in India

Surmounted a cliff one day

When the hunters were behind him

And his lair was far away.

A black and golden tiger

Climbed a red cliff’s side

And men in black and golden gowns

Sought the tiger’s hide.

O, splendid, supple animal:

Against the cliff’s red face:

A picture for an Indian screen

Woven in silks of subtle sheen

And broidered in yellow lace,

A picture for an Indian screen

As a prince’s gift to some ebony queen

In a far-off land like a fairy scene.